Nopal my name my divine blood
My ruin is the ashes of abuse and greed
Let it be heard well that it does not please you
That it is not convenient for you to keep silent
The mouth and walking rock on rock
My pen summons come, forget the defeat
Adding to those of us who shout no more, no less
Of what we have this is the cry of my people
Your cross my regret my revenge is
In the thorn my god the sun the war die
Those who in times of cross war die
What in times of cross Destroyed our light
Of nopal we will be of nopal we will die
We will win by the thorn of nopal, of nopal

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